I'm catching up with my lovely psych (the only one of four I went to...pricks...) on Monday, and she will be more than happy to write me a letter for surgery, as she offered to do a long time ago, so that won't be a problem for me.
I think my doctor will tell me I'm not ready because she still doesn't think I'm ready to be on T, she thinks I'm much too young to make these kind of decisions, and that I will change my mind. She's put me through a lot of crap, and been very patronising to me through this whole process, and I don't see her thinking four months on T is enough for me to know I'm ready for surgery, despite the fact I would have had it done first if the medical system would let me make my own damn choices. Wearing a binder is seriously ruining my life, and if I have as many problems this summer as I did the last, I may well loose my job and a whole tonne of brain cells because of it.
And no I didn't know about that site, thanks! Will check it out!